As I Reach My Reply

So what else is there?
I'm spinning a good yarn
and thus far the tapestry's coming along

I'm singing that bright song and yet ironically
it ain't got no words

still I hope ya heard everything I said
from way over by the crash of the curb
to the slashing of the mosh
the ever loving heat of the pit
to every comfort you found in bed
every sound in every phone in every tone in every head
the message / it remains the same
all ways in it's fullest colors never smothered or too bled

the conflicts for the most part they don't stick
they wash away while their residue sustains
the positivity like silence and chemistry a new mix
softened hues like my sober intoxicated new view
I found a new drink that offers proper cause
to my new bruised and opened eye moves
some pass off as a case of public drunkenness

but if love is illicit
then I think I'm just the bandit you're looking for
if it is unlawful to be high as a mother fucker
off my wordless passion I have for every brother
sun shine and moon light and all of creation
then I will gladly don the chains
and steel collar that the fearful have fashioned
and I will wear them 'til the last rising dawn
shake my split end tresses in time with the last note
of the last song the last words spoke / they carry on

desolate but not famished
my love remains but the body has vanished
the chains clamber to the ground / silent
my love speaks loudly / maintains resonance
the atoms never split stronger than the bomb
more resilient than the end
the apocalypse of my bright song

so what else is there?
my silence is proof
my body
not just external
my passion is eternal
as I reach my reply
my love is a fractal